Lucas Gerald, Gallic Royal Police Directeur, looks at the newly decorated entrance, trademark wooden boarders leading up to a high arch which hung the Fleur de Lis and crests of the crown. The entrance had two large steel doors which slid out from either side; ornate decorating's carved and etched into it. A large sign on both sides and above displayed Cafe d'Observateur d'Etoile, the name of the Cafe in wooden planks that actually came from previous bar fights, cleaned and decorated to match the entrance.
He walks in, hand rested on his service pistol's grip staring at the new Cafe. Tables flood the floor, though leaving areas clear around the pastry and coffee tables and a large area for dance and merriment. Bar maidens rush to and fro, bringing refills and creamy desserts to tables. A bar lined up perpendicular to the far left wall, the end near the back wall having self-service coffee dispensers. In the back lays new dual staircases that ascend away from each other towards the left and right walls, a smaller second story lining above tables and the bar but not closed in to be able to look out onto the main floor. On the far right lays most of the tables and booths, hard wood with unique designs on the chairs and red fabric for the tablecloth and cushions. Above stairwells on the back wall hangs an old wooden clock, the arms and gears placed in a Fleur de Lis; The hour ticks placed on the wall separate.
He looks around the tables and finds the only one without a table cloth, the top dented and scratched with a permanent coffee ring on one side. The chair near the stain has no cushion, but has a taller back and arm rests. This was Gerald's personal table and chair that lived through many changes in decor and furniture, left as he was one of the most frequent customers, sometimes sleeping there at his table after a long shift.
Taking his hand off the butt of his pistol, he moves towards his table and sits down, where one of the bar maidens instantly hand him a cup of coffee, brewed just the way he liked. He took it and kissed her for being so kind as he always does, then goes to sit. Something snags on the armrest, keeping him from being able to lean back. He looks to see what it is and almost laughs. He forgot about his officer's sword as it became a part of him throughout his training to become the Directeur. Dupont, the Directeur before him, gave him long hard hours each day just to master this blade with her only using a walking cane.
He unclips the sheath from his waist and places it leaning against the table. Finally a sip of coffee reaches his mouth. He smiles as one of the few happy parts of his life flood into him, allowing him to lean back and finally rest for a bit. The Cafe d'Observateur d'Etoile was finally reopened.
